Easter Meditations

Throughout a Forty Day Lent Journey I have tweeted a daily prayer (Twitter@whitehouseviews.com). They included this for Palm Sunday when Jesus wept over the city: 'We weep with You for the blindness of pride, the mad rush to consume, the lust to control that drives you from among us'. And these for following days: 'May we not become tortured souls like those who tried to remove you from their puny empires in your last days on earth'. 'Christ, you upturned the tables of the temple crooks, and turned the world round. Do it again through us'. 'Bread of Life, on your last fateful Thursday you made bread and wine immemorial: may we never forget you'.

On Thursday we stripped the altars in the church on Holy Island. A silent prayer vigil followed in the Fishermen's Chapel until midnight. On Good Friday we greeted Northern Cross Pilgrims as they arrived across the sands in six groups from starting points as far as Iona. Their feet were washed. Saturday includes the ecumenical Fire on the Beach and renewal of baptism vows. On Easter Day the pilgrims leave St. Mary's to witness around the island with crosses now flower-bedecked, singing joyfully.

As I reflect on Jesus's last week these are my thoughts: Jesus had to lay down everything - his career and reputation, the things behind which we usually hide our insecurity. In order to do this he found his true self. He found a deep relationship with his Father. We can't lay everything down unless we at the same time move from our egos towards our true selves. Laying things down did not mean that Jesus stopped being involved. He carefully prepared sharing times with those friends who most closely travelled with him in spirit. When did he lay such detailed plans for the the last Passover Supper? On a previous visit? In his final agonies he made provision for his mother, and John took her into his home. Let us prize and work at the gift of friendship.

I am becoming more of a contemplative. Too many words and doings leave me cold. That applies to church life also. I am tired of second hand standardised religion. I come into my garden. There, too, I repeat actions that are hallowed (weeding, planting) but something is different. There is fresh life in the garden. Even seeds are organic and have the promise of future life. All is living, fresh. So it was with the first friends of Jesus. So let it be with us.

A HAPPY EASTER!

Posted at 03:46am on 24th April 2011
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